"Baby, I had said that's enough not I GUESS that's enough. I wanted you to stop right there and then and would have slapped you if you hadn't." Parul said, with her usual jovial manner. She was always to the point. No here and there, just cut right to the chase.
We were discussing our first taste of each other which happened 17 months ago over the phone. We were both on our way to our office in the morning, she in her car and I in the metro. She had urged her parents to let her buy a car for herself, and they had to give in, which they always did. That is one more feature of Parul, she can convince you to kill yourself. Or stay adamant if you don't relent. Most of the times, it worked in her favor.
"You know, maine soch lia tha". She continued. "After the movie, when we went to college in the second half, I had made up my mind to tell this scoundrel that either you keep your distance from me or we can go our separate ways."
"Scoundrel? You thought I was a scoundrel for sucking on your juicy breasts?" I asked her.
"Oye, that was the first time anybody other than my parents had seen my breasts. What did you think would go through my mind, huh? Waise bhi, you suck them so hard it is equal to rat-bite".
"So a rat has bitten you on your breasts? Lucky bastard" I asked her, knowing what was to come on the other end.
"Kam Bolo, it was a figure of speech, anyways you've played with them so much that they've doubled in size. You know my sister and mother keep taunting me saying I should keep them in check otherwise my husband won't be able to handle your weight." Parul retorted.
"But your weight is still the same, only the right places have grown to my liking, and others too I believe." I said. "Yeah, Vinay can't maintain eye contact whenever I speak to him." Vinay was her senior in office. Almost 10 years older than her, but she had mentioned how he steal glances at her and would often stare at her breasts and ass.
"But you don't even dress that provocatively, it's always trousers and a shirt or the traditional salwar suit." I wondered what made these guys drool so much when there was hardly any skin show.
"Beta, tarika hota hai, it's not just skin show which excites men. They want more what they can't see and let their imagination fill in the blanks. Waise bhi, Sajid makes sure I stay safe. He's quite the protective one you know."
My eyebrows raised a bit, I asked, "Sajid means your office boy? The one who handles the pantry and stuff?"
"Yeah baby" Parul continued, "I have seen on multiple occasions he goes out of his way to help me. Warned me about Vinay long before I started noticing his lecherous stares, also often would stay back after office hours just so that he could accompany me to the car. Quite a kind heart he has you know." She knew she was teasing me by saying this.
I was aware of Sajid. He was an office boy cum pantry boy at Parul's organization and had heard from her that he watched out for her. She used to speak to Sajid, albeit as a colleague and she would mention how he would keep smiling looking at her, occasionally checking her out but all the time maintaining a safe distance so as to not make her feel unsafe.
"Isn't he 2 years younger than you?"
"3. But still I guess he likes me. I may even think he loves me based on how much protective he really gets for me. Do you know he started arguing with Nitin that other day when he was arguing with me. That moron didn't even think he could lose his job for something like this. But he doesn't care. That's what I like about him."
"Oh so you've started liking him as well now." This was getting somewhere.
"Kya hua jalan ho rahi hai kya? Tum hi to bol rhe thi that you wanted to see me with another guy."
So she has thought about my fantasy. It had been a week since I started this topic with her.
"But isn't he too young for you?" Somewhere in my mind I didn't think that would be a problem, but I wanted to see how she would react.
"So when did I say I'm ready for this? I'm just teasing you baby. Anyways I have reached office so will call you in the afternoon. Bye Love You"
I too was about to reach my office, but the thought about possibly Parul trying something like my fantasy did excite me greatly.
Parul belonged to a traditional Baniya family, who were strict about inter-caste marriage plans. Although I was a Brahmin, her parents had still conveyed that they wanted a Baniya groom only. We both didn't lose hope, and took strength from the fact that my family loved Parul and couldn't wait to get us married.
We both decided to finish our courses and start earning. Both of us climbed the ladder quickly and are doing reasonably well for ourselves. The only thing that remains is to get married.
Which is why acting on this erotic fantasy was not only thrilling but also weird knowing that most couples who do swap, cuckold or even hotwife are married and have been for a couple of years. But in our case, we were thinking about trying it before we even got engaged. This could result in all sorts of horrible ways.
I kept thinking through all of this and the workday passed by in a jiffy.
Our preferred mode of communication was calls in the morning in the afternoon and morning and Whatsapp in the evening and night. She had to mind her parents as they too kept an eye on her, noticing if she planning to elope with me. But we were not going to try anything like. We both knew that the tides were turning in our favor. Parul's younger brother, although initially hesitant, was now in favor of our marriage and so was her younger sister.
Even Parul's mother was fond of me. But it was her obtuse Father who was not relenting.
"Ha wo sab so gye" Parul typed, remarking her parents were fast asleep and we could chat away. We started our nightly routine of chatting away for 4-5 hours which we started from our early dating days. We both sacrificed our sleep so we could know each other better. It is because of that level of going out of our ways to understand the other person, that our relation has managed to stay strong even after so many fights, miscommunications and anger outbursts. Mainly from my end.
"So how was work today" I asked her. Her answers were the same usual. But one thing struck which got the conversation flowing in the direction I wanted.
"Sajid gifted me coffee mug today." She said.
"Gifted? He's giving you gifts now?" "It's now like he bought it for me. He took stock of the pantry today and saw there unopened new coffee mugs in boxes so gave one to me. At least that's what he said now if he bought it for me then what can I do? Hold On, I'll send you a pic."
She sent me the mug image. It was a simple white coffee mug and had a small kitty with red hearts printed on it.
"So you're a jungli billi for him now?" I joked.
"LOL He says he hasn't spoken to many females her in the office and I'm the first one who replies or takes the time to speak to him. You know the other's just consider him an office boy so just don't pay him any attention." Parul remarked.
"But you do, right?"
"Sammy, you know how I am. I don't think anyone is beneath me nor do I let anyone think they are above me." She was right. That was my Parul. It was this pure heart that won me over.
"So how does he look?" I wanted to gauge if she has noticed more than she has let on.
P : "He looks good. Like all boys do in his age."
S : "Boy? Is he underage or something?"
P : "No but he is 3 years younger than me. No more than 21 I believe."
That was one think he had over me. I always looked older than I was.
P : "Can I ask you something if you don't mind?"
S : "Sure go ahead."
P : "Shall I make him my friend? If you give me permission."
S : "Of course you can babe, you know what I want to see right?"
P : "Talk is cheap mister, would you really be able to see me with someone else?"
Now we were talking. Things were taking a turn for the better (or worse).
